Henry is gone
A huge cavity
Is left in the world’s smile
Furrows of grief furrowed
the sky’s forehead as the
dissonant note of his final breath
untuned the cosmic tune
The thrill is gone
Henry is gone
His final heartbeat was like
a metronome of funeral drums
of epochs lost
The pedal tone is gone,
And a requiem
Hung in the air
Where the thrill once reigned
The thrill is gone
Henry is gone.
